Yes, the novel is as gorgeous as the cover. Ethereal, impactful*, vintage and evocative. The heroine, Maribel, is the vivacious wife of parliamentary representative Edward Campbell Lowe. Himself a boisterous, outspoken politician, the two make an unforgettable pair, if an unlikely one.
Maribel employs her energies in photography, working to capture true images — something all too elusive in Victorian London. She attempts to find some truth among the Native Americans that are in London with Buffalo Bill’s Wild West show. Ever the gracious host, William Cody is welcomes her into his massive encampment.
Maribel also make subjects of her dear friend, Charlotte, and unfortunate ruffians of London’s less affluent neighborhoods. One of these photographs is smudged in such a way that spiritualist believe it to be an example of supernatural intervention. Ever the realist, Maribel staunchly denies such a claim and refuses to allow its publication.
This is but one of Maribel’s struggles to uphold truth in a world so reliant upon appearances. But Maribel hides a secret of her own. As she tries to help her own husband succeed in Parliament, she risks peeling back the layers of her own beautiful lies. In the midst of all of this, tabloid journalism is on the rise in London and a ruthless bloodhound of a newspaper man is on her scent.
The prose is honest and modern, despite the vintage setting. Sentences roll and swirl and drip off the tongue.
The tea party was breaking up when the two women took their leave. It was a warm evening, one of the first of the season and the moon floated like a pale wafer in the darkening sky. Along the river the trees were ghostly with blossom. ~Pg. 37
For years Ida had kept a picture of the saint [Joan of Arc] tucked inside her Bible so that she could look at it during the sermon on Sundays. She said it was so that she would remember that being clever and fighting people was sometimes what God wanted you to do, even if you were a girl. On the say that Ida did not want to be an elephant keeper when she grew up, she wanted to be a soldier-saint like Joan of Arc. Sometimes they slipped out late at night, when the others were all asleep, creeping across the garden and into the woods beyond. The woods were full of strange loud noises, foxes screaming and owls hooting and trees moving restlessly in the earth. Maribel held Ida’s hand and told her it was essential for an actress to understand fear, but Ida was not afraid. She turned cartwheels on the lawn, her nightgown a pale ghost in the darkness, and said that in the night the world was more exciting because you could not see where it ended. ~Pg. 82
Maribel hoped that he was right. More than that she hoped that there would be someone at Mr. Linnell’s graveside who knew what he had likes to do on a Sunday afternoon, that he had felt the cold and liked marmalade and knew how to whistle, that he had a way with dogs and had once ridden a bicycle without holding onto the handlebars. ~Pg. 344
This novel is exceedingly well-written and very engrossing. It clocks in at an even 500 pages, and easily could have devoured 500 more.
A great many thanks to Houghton Mifflin Harcourt for the review copy.
*I’ve just had a very intriguing conversation with @cliche_mist about my use of the word “impactful.” I admit that I was doubtful when I wrote it and so I looked it up. I did find it listed in Merriam-Webster’s dictionary. Still, my learned friend contends that standard usage dictionaries often allow for slang and non-words to gain a foothold in the English language. What are your thoughts?
ISBN-13/ EAN: 9780151014675
Format: Hardcover, 512 pages
Publication Date: 2012-09-18
Trim Size: 6 x 9